We are not body,
Body is simply a vague idea,
Actually there is no body,
Body is a fake notion,
We are light and our body
Is nothing but gross light,
Now light is taking form,
The fake is dissolving,
The real is shaping,
The sunlight is not visible,
But we see the light of the sun,
There is no sunlight,
There are simply objects that reflect,
We are light and light is surfacing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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